Talking Is Hard

by Leoshi

Adrenaline

"Ugh."

"There you are! I was so worried! I heard what happened."

"Of course you did."

"Are you... Is this a bad time?"

"Bad time? Really? I'm pretty sure there are only two things in the world that could make this any worse, and both of them involve fire."

"Ooh... Wow, um..."

"Just go away."

"I only wanted to...you know..."

"Talk? Look, you're a good friend, Sweetie Belle, but I have had enough of talking for one day. The last thing I want is to get mad at you, too."

"I mean, I'm willing to take that risk."

"Ugh, please."

"You're a good friend too, Scoot. And I will probably enjoy hearing about what Diamond Tiara did to deserve that cut. You never know!"

"Please, Sweetie Belle!"

"But-"

"Please, no! I went too far today, okay? I feel so bad about losing control like that! It doesn't matter if Princess Prissy-Pants deserved it, right? I snapped, then she was on the floor, and all I saw was red. I'm not proud of it."

"I'm...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pressured you."

"I just... Ugh. I'll be horrible company right now. I just want to go home and sleep so this day can end."

"Okay. But, um...can I at least walk with you until we get to your house?"

"Do what you want."

"Okay."

"Well, come on. I'm sick of being stared at around here."

"Yeah. I'm right here with you, all right?"

"Whatever."

Author's Note:

Based on how I feel leading up to, and following, a heated argument.